The things that you hear are the things that are here forever nowAnd the worse that I write are the words that they don’t want you to hearBecause the floor in the house they were born has a space under the boardsAnd the space is a place that their bodies will lay forevermore

They were speaking in voices hushed and whispered, I found outThey were making their plans before I entered, I found outSo they’re waiting for my shaking hand on the door to just go downNow they’re following me to the ends of the sea so that I don’t tell

No, what kind of life is this?No, what kind of life is this?

So the steps that I took went around so that I could let them knowThat I just want to be where the wind and the sea will be my ownBut the fear that they thought would descend in the night to everyoneWas the fear that they pushed me to feel so I wouldn’t tell anyone

They were speaking in voices hushed and whispered, I found outThey were making their plans before I entered, I found outSo they’re waiting for my shaking hand on the door to just go downNow they’re following me to the ends of the sea so that I don’t tell

No, what kind of life is this?No, what kind of life is this?

In the North 4244, would you please stop following meTo the left of the street through the door with the scratches in the screenIn the hall there’s a glow from a light that’s below the copierAnd the prints can be found on the ground with the ultravioleter...

They were speaking in voices hushed and whispered, I found outThey were making their plans before I entered, I found outSo they’re waiting for my shaking hand on the door to just go downNow they’re following me to the ends of the sea so that I don’t tell